The poison dragon wakes,

After a long winters nap,

Beady black eyes flashed open like a searchlight of the police helicopter chasing a criminal,

Scales are a metallic purple like the velvet on St Edward’s Crown, but shimmering with gold and turquoise,

Her skin sweats highly poisonous acid oozing between scales like icing out of a piping bag,

Her teeth are all perfectly aligned with two daggers like fangs at the front injecting, oodles of venom with one single bite,

She is the in-between of

night and day or war and peace,

Her tail is like a whip,

with a dangerous arrowhead at the end,

She has a forked tongue,

Like a grass snake that hisses when threatened.

When fully stretched her long leathery wings let her glide through the wind,

A deafening noise is made as she sharpens her claws,

Like cutlery against china,

The Poison Dragon is now sleeping,

Peaceful as can be,

Let’s keep it that way now,

Untroubled and hushed….